Chapter 463: Holding the orchid and twisting the bear's waist
In the room.
Zhao Wuji is gearing up.
When I was thinking about how to train Tang San and the others in the future.
The sudden soft voice in his ear made the smile on his face freeze instantly.
"Zhao Wuji~"
"Who?!"
Zhao Wuji stood up suddenly.
As a level seventy-seven soul saint, he has high-end combat power in the entire soul master world.
Able to clearly distinguish the sound of falling leaves within 100 meters.
But at this time.
The sound poured directly into his ears like rootless duckweed.
Make him look like a headless fly!
He did not recognize this voice, and the strength of the other party made him very wary.
“Who is it? If you are a human, don’t be a dog!”
Zhao Wuji drank in a low voice, stood up and looked around, his muscles tensed.
His reputation was indeed very bad back then.
Unexpectedly, after he washed his hands in the golden basin, enemies would come to his door.
“Come out!”
The other party seemed to be angry, and the feminine voice became shrill and harsh.
Ruoyouruowu's aura guides Zao Wuji's direction.
“Hmph!”
Zhao Wuji snorted coldly, without any fear.
He Fudo Mingwang was also the master who killed countless people.
Not to mention that there is now a establishment
There is someone behind you!
He was already angry and broke out of the window without hesitation.
Come outside
Follow the guidance of the qi machine and chase quickly.
After a while, he left the confines of Shrek Academy.
Come to the small woods outside.
“Come out, I know you are here!”
Zhao Wuji shouted in a deep voice.
At the same time, he was completely possessed by the martial soul, the seven soul rings were beating, and the air became solid.
“Heh”
A little hoarse laughter came from behind the tree.
The black figure followed closely and walked out from behind the tree.
The whole body is shrouded in black clothes.
Even his head was covered with a black hood.
Looking at the voice, she looks like a rugged woman, and looking at the figure, she looks like a tall and burly man.
"Who are you?"
Zhao Wuji asked coldly. The burly and wild figure possessed by the martial spirit made him calm and confident.
The man in black did not answer, but said softly:
"I saw Fudo Myoto in this small place, and my heart is burning, and I want to compete with you and stretch my muscles."
While talking.
The man in black raised his right hand.
The black light condensed, holding the giant weapon, the soul ring appeared.
Two yellow, two purple and five black, a total of nine! It just stayed there quietly.
“…”
Looking at the nine soul rings of the man in black in front of him, Zhao Wuji shuddered.
Spell out four characters with difficulty.
"Title Douluo!"
The advantage lies with the opponent.
Zhao Wuji immediately gave in and hurriedly bent down to salute.
"May I ask which of your Majesty is here? Don't joke with Xiao Zhao. How can I compete with you?"
"Is there anything worthy of it?"
The man in black's left hand is shaped like an orchid, pointing at Zhao Wuji.
He seems to be a little enchanting as he twists his body.
"Didn't you have a lot of fun bullying those children during the day?"
As he spoke.
The man in black twisted his waist, holding a huge weapon, and stepped towards Zhao Wuji.
"I suddenly discovered"
"It feels good to bully others, just let me bully you and have a good time."
The hoarse and demonic voice continued .
There is no strong aura emanating from the man in black.
But Zhao Wuji was breaking out in a cold sweat, and the thoughts in his mind were like lightning
There were only a handful of openly titled Douluo on the mainland.
Everyone has a name, and there are some who are as sexy as the one in front of me.
But Wuhun can't match it.
Who is this?
Suddenly, the man in black stopped a few meters away, twirled his orchid finger...
and shook it in a certain direction.
"Since you're here, come out. What's the difference if you both come?"
Whoops!
The figure flashes.
Zhao Wuji's face suddenly relaxed a lot.
Beside him, there was a figure covered with feathers, with orange vertical pupils and seven rings on his feet. "Boss Fu, this senior."
Flanders waved his hand towards Zhao Wuji, signaling him not to speak.
Looking at the man in black in front of him, his eyes were filled with surprise and uncertainty.
After a moment of hesitation, bow respectfully.
“I have seen Haotian Mianxia.”
“Hiss——”
Zhao Wuji took a breath of cold air.
My heart contracted, I finally knew the identity of the other party, the ruthless person who dared to beat the Pope!
Immediately afterwards
Zhao Wuji couldn't help but feel excited again.
This guy is looking for death!
But soon, Zhao Wuji calmed down. If he wanted to make a contribution, he had to survive this wave first.
But he didn't understand a little.
Tang Hao, who is known as the most powerful soul master in the soul master world, when did he become so arrogant?
Flanders also had the same question as him.
He almost didn’t recognize it just now.
Tang Hao did not hide it, and nodded slightly indifferently.
“No need to be polite, I’m here to cause trouble.”
"Flanders, the four-eyed owl"
"Level seventy-eight? He is worthy of being the flying horn in the golden iron triangle back then."
Flanders endured the strange voice, Put down your posture.
"It's me."
"I wonder what happened to Zhao Wuji that offended your Majesty. Can you give me some sympathy?"
"Stop talking nonsense!"
Tang Hao's high-pitched voice pierced his eardrums, and he raised his orchid fingers and waved his hand.
"You'd better stand aside, or we'll beat him up together!"
Zhao Wuji watched Flanders retreat, with a look of despair on his face and said helplessly:
"Haotian Mian, can you let me die and understand?"
"Hmph! After beating the younger one, it's only natural that the older one comes out to seek justice!"
Tang Hao snorted.
The next moment, the giant object in his hand and the soul ring around him were completely restrained.
“Let’s take action!”
The words have not yet finished.
Tang Hao had already arrived in front of Zhao Wuji, twisted the orchid in his hand and touched it.
Bang bang, boom! Ah——
The sounds of collisions, laughter, and screams echoed one after another in the woods.
Flanders next to him couldn't help but raise his hands to cover his eyes.
Can't bear to look at it anymore.
There was no need to light incense at all, the battle was over in a dozen breaths.
Tang Hao held his orchid fingers and arranged his clothes.
Zhao Wuji was lying on the ground, his head swollen, his eyes black, and the corners of his mouth bleeding.
The clothes on his body were taken off, revealing his strong body.
Bent down and gasping for air.
"That's it. I'll take care of you from now on, mistress."
Tang Hao's voice was very calm.
After saying that, his figure flickered and then disappeared quietly.
“Flender, you guys are too unloyal, aren’t you?!”
Zhao Wuji complained.
With Flanders' help, he climbed up.
"You want me to accompany you to deal with it? Is this called loyalty?"
Flanders said angrily, with a strange look in his eyes.
“Why did he take off your clothes?”
“How do I know?”
Zhao Wuji bared his teeth and pulled at his clothes.
"By the way, why has he changed like this? He doesn't look like a man at all."
"Don't talk nonsense!"
Flanders frowned, wary Look around.
He felt the same way.
"I'm not talking nonsense."
Zhao Wuji lowered his voice, his face was as green as pig liver.
“I always feel like I was touched several times just now!”
“Okay!”
Flanders, as a four-eyed owl, naturally saw it, but I don't want to say more.
"Maybe it's a disguise."
"I just didn't expect that Tang San would actually be his son."
Hearing this.
Zhao Wuji’s eyes flashed.
“Yes. Haotian Douluo’s son!”
I wish you all a happy life!
(End of this chapter)